You Can'T See Through Me Because My Soul Gets In the Way

You can't see through me,   My soul gets in the way.   Good intentions can be easily identified upon my handkerchief that you call a sleeve.   Fear hides in front of my goodness.   Laziness puts off the perfect.   A perfection that is beyond possible.   As easy as pie...  My soul is in turmoil.   Turn that cheek or lend that seat.    I'm so far beyond my core beliefs that only yesterday seemed steadfast.   People used to say.   "You're a great guy!"  I believed them for quite sometime.  Until one day I asked myself;   "What have I actually done that is so freaking great?"  Not a damn thing!   Sure, I have always had good intentions.   I mean, well, I guess what I am trying to say is   I mean well.   But good intentions don’t ge the job done.   And at the end of each day when I lay my head down to rest.   I sleep alone with my own self.   You can't see through me because my soul gets in the way.       9-20-16